Five days, that's how long both Dad and Dean have been in the apartment. After Gideon left Dad and I got into it. It got to the point where Dean had to physically stand in between us to keep me from decking him. I'm surprised that none of my neighbors called the police from all the yelling. I hadn't had any nightmares, then again that could to be due to the fact that my daughter hadn't been sleeping for more then two hours at a time.

Apparently, dad wasn't okay with moving in on his job of being the 'father', it was the same fight that he had with Bobby all those years ago. I wasn't having it though, Gideon didn't do anything wrong and Dad wasn't going to make it out like he did. Since then, Dad came and left as he pleased, most of the time he came home drunk and would leave before I woke up. That I was thankful for, even just smelling the alcohol made me uneasy.

Dean on the other hand never left. I'm pretty sure it had more to do with the fact that he was worried that I wouldn't be there when he got back. Him and I didn't really talk though. I mostly tended to my daughter and actively avoided my father. He also cleaned up Dad's beer before I woke up.

But dad didn't leave this morning. I could hear him and Dean talking in the living room and the last thing I wanted to do was go out there. So, I didn't. I turned my back to the door and watched the sunlight bounce off the wall, trying to get at least a little sleep before I really needed to get up. Aella was still sleeping and I didn't plan on waking her up anytime soon.

The voices in the living room cut off and there was a nice silence for a several moments before I heard the door open. I couldn't tell if it was Dad or Dean until they sat down on the bed and I could smell the cologne. Dean cleared his throat.

"I know you're awake." He said lowly. "Dad's still here."

"I heard." I rolled over and looked up at him.

"Would it kill you to wear actual clothes to bed?" He wrinkled his nose at the bra I was wearing, I rolled my eyes and pulled the blanket up. "I mean seriously."

"Get over it, it's really not that bad. I've already worn all of Spencer's shirts. I need to do some laundry." I pulled the blanket up anyway, sighing as I glanced over to the alarm clock on the bedside table. "The fuck is he doing being awake at 7 o'clock?" I plopped my head back down on the pillow, pinching the bridge of my nose. "The only time I remember him be up this early was when he was coming back from burning some poor bastard's grave. That or he was stumbling home from some bar."

"Yeah…. the second one." I sighed again. "He wants to speak to you." I scoffed.

"You mean yell at me."

"Addison, you're being ridiculous. Dad's pissed because you took off and replaced him-"

"I didn't replace him."

"Sure, looks like you did." He let out a dry laugh. "You can't just hide out in here and wait for him to go away. You messed up and you need to deal with the consequences." I huffed, sitting up quickly.

"I get that, and I'm not hiding. I'm trying to avoid the fucking beer and dealing with our drunk father. Do you have any idea how long it's taken me to cut all of that from my life? How long its taken me to find other ways to cope with my problems that didn't involve me doing stupid shit?"

"You're being dramatic."

"Dramatic?" I looked at his face of disbelief. "I…Its to early for this." I shook my head and looked at the blankets around my legs. Doing my best to keep my emotions under control. "You…you just don't understand and you're never going to understand." I shoved my fingers though my hair. "Get out of my room, I'm taking a shower."

"So, you're just going to run away from this issue too?"

"Why not? Neither of you want to listen to what I have to say. Yeah, you both thought I was dead and I get how fucked that is. But it's not like I've been living it up in paradise. You might think I'm being dramatic but I'm not." He scoffed. "Every time I so much think about drugs my arm feels like it's being set on fire. I can barely go two nights without having nightmares! I'm trying Dean, I really am…. But…."

"But what?"

"I don't know…" I glanced at the clock again. "I just…please…" Dean was quiet, frustrated but quiet.

"What happened to your shoulder?" The change in topic caught me off guard. I glanced down before remembering that the scars on my back curled over my shoulder.

"Werewolf."

"Not the same one that go you when you were nine right? That one got your side."

"Yeah, the one I saved Spencer from. I seem to have bad luck with it comes to those." He reached out for the scar.

"Turn around." I thought about the arguing with him but decided against it. It took a little maneuvering, but I did as requested. "When the hell did you get this?" I felt his hands touch the tattoo.

"A few years ago." I shrugged, turning back around, and leaned against the wall. "I figured it was my tribute to you guys and the life." He nodded to the one on my chest.

"I thought that was what that one was for."

"Nope, that one's just for protection. I'm thinking of making Spencer get one." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

"Really? No pants?" I swatted at his head and moved into the closet, smiling down at the baby as I passed.

"This is my apartment, I will wear, or not wear what I want." The first thing I noticed on the closet floor were all the dirty clothes that were piled there, and I made a note to go down to the laundry room in the basement before the day was over.

"No wonder you got knocked up at 18." I sent him a warning look over my shoulder. Reaching for my last pair of clean shorts and pulling them up my legs. "Where the hell is Shawn anyway?"

"His name is Spencer, and he is at work."

"Its been five days."

"Yeah, he travels. He should be coming home soon though. He's not normally gone for this long." Dean grunted as I pulled a tank-top over my head. "And please be nice to him when he gets here."

"Nice?" Dean grunted again. I shut the closet door and moved back to the crib, lifting the baby carefully.

"Yes, Spence hasn't done anything wrong except fall in love with me." Dean scoffed.

"He kept you away from your family."

"I kept me away from my family. Spencer has been pressuring me into contacting all of you. In fact, without him, you still wouldn't know where I was. Gideon to, he's the one that gave me Sam's phone number." Dean was quiet, I could see the anger still in his eyes and on his face. I glanced at the bedroom door and remembered that Dad was on the other side. "You coming?"

"Someone's gotta keep you from killing each other." He pushed himself off the bed and followed me into the living room. Dad was passed out on the couch.

"Wants to talk to me huh?" I looked to Dean and he shrugged, "I see not much has changed." I made sure to breathe through my mouth as I passed him. I set the sleeping baby down in her napper. The longer that we stood in silence, the more I missed Spencer. He never let it get to quiet unless I wanted it that way. That and he was sweet with Aella. I hadn't ever seen him act like he did with her. The first night we brought her home, he was reading her Edger Allen Poe. Dena plopped himself down into the chair at the table.

"So, this baby."

"What about this baby?"

"This is what you're planning on doing? Gonna play the stay at home mom? Take the kid to soccer practice or dance?" I shrugged.

"I don't really know what I want to do. I was in school for criminology, plan on going back, I was thinking about being a cop maybe. But I don't know." I crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't think I would mind being home with Aella though. Spencer mentioned that it might be a good idea." I shrugged. Dean got that angry look on his face again and I rolled my eye and got to work on making some coffee. He was silent again and this time I was happy about it. I've already had enough, and it wasn't even eight yet.

Part of me wished that Sam was here, at least he was on my side. He understood.

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Spencer Reid sunk into the jet seat, his legs sore from chasing down the unsub. He couldn't wait to fall asleep in his own bed. At the same time though, he didn't want to go home. The thought of meeting Addison's family made his heart drop into his stomach. But his want to be with Addison and his daughter outweighed his fear so he was going home.

"That was rough one." Derek sat down across from him, looking just as worn out as Spencer felt. "Call your girlfriend? Tell her you're coming home?" He asked in a teasing tone. Spencer sighed, he'd been a little surprised that the other agent had left the topic alone for as long as he did. Derek couldn't help but be curious.

"I'll call her when we land." Spencer had been trying to give her space with her family. That and every time he spoke with her on the phone he could hear her bother yelling in the background. He was a little worried about his daughter though. Apparently, Addison's father had taken a liking her to her, but Spencer didn't like the idea of her being around all that anger.

"So, tell me, what kind of girl makes Dr. Reid's knees weak?" He leaned forward on the table between the two of them. "Does she recite the uh…. Quantum Properties of Light? She dress up like Princess Leia?" Spencer's face went bright red. "I'm just messing with you man. But Seriously, tell me about her."

"Her name's Addison."

"She a genius to?"

"No," he shook his head. "Addison is more athletic- I mean she's really smart, she can speak and read three different languages, she doesn't give herself enough credit. But she prefers martial arts to studying." That surprised Derek to.

"Martial arts? She any good?" Spencer nodded vigorously.

"Her father was teaching her how to fight since she could walk. After I met her she spent most of her free time at a kickboxing gym while I was working on school." Derek nodded in approval, then thought about it.

"Her dad like you?"

"I haven't met him yet."

"You've been with her for three years and you haven't met her father?" Spencer hadn't wanted to get into this part of his relationship with his coworkers.

"She hasn't been in contact with her family. Not until recently. They're at my apartment. Her dad and her older brother." He took a deep breath.

"So, you've got an interesting night ahead of you. Do you think they'll like you?" Spencer thought about it for a second.

"No." Derek laughed.

"I wouldn't worry to much kid. I'm sure they'll like you. You've got a great job, you're a freaking genius, and you two have been together for a while."

"They don't care about a job or being smart. Her father's an ex-marine. I can barely shoot a gun and Addison can hit just about any target. I've seen her knock out me who were three times her size."

"Obviously she doesn't care about what you can or can't do. If you've been together for three years, that means she came here with you? Right? And if she hasn't been in contact with her family then things are already pretty messed up between them. If they're trying to get back on good terms, then the last thing they should be doing is messing the two of you up." Derek said.

"Addi isn't the type of person that just talk things out, and from the stories I've been told about her family they aren't much different. They fight, sometimes physically, and then they leave. Come back and they fight again. Addison doesn't deal with anger well, she lashes out… and will Aella she hasn't gotten much sleep." Spencer put his head in his hands. The truth is, Addison's a mess and Spencer wasn't sure how to clean it up. Something needed to happen to snap her out of it.

"Aella?"

"Our daughter." Spencer ran his hand through his hair. He felt a little better talking about it with someone else that wasn't Gideon. Derek's eyes shot wide open.

"Daughter? How old?"

"Three weeks."

"Three weeks old?" Spencer nodded, and Derek blew out a long breath of air. "Wow, well don't let her family scare you to bad. You've got a good head on her shoulders and I don't think you'd settle down with just any girl." Spencer nodded absentmindedly. "Can't wait to meet her." He smiled at the younger agent. He leaned back against seat. "I mean, she's gotta be special if she can put up will all the statistics you ramble on about."

"She makes up her own." Derek tossed his head back and laughed. "She thinks it's funny."

"She sounds funny."

"She's not." Spencer shook his head, to be honest he was happier that she was getting back to trying to be funny. The way she was talking over the phone reminded him of their last year in Vegas. Back when they didn't have any responsibilities, Addison's nightmares were virtually gone and all she wanted to do was have fun and live her life with Spencer. He was hoping she would still be like that when he got home. He needed her to be.

"Well, anyway wanna play some poker?"

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"I am not going to let you give my baby Bourbon!" The screaming baby continued to wale in my arms. Dad was leaning forward onto his knees with his head in his hands, the hangover he was experiencing taking its toll as the baby screamed.

"Come on, just enough to get her to stop crying." Dean said, rubbing the back of his head. "It's not going to hurt her."

"If you even get close to my daughter with any sort of alcohol, I will cut out your liver and sell it to a Russian immigrant!" Dean looked taken aback at the aggression in her voice for a quick second, taking a step away from me, even Dad looked over at.

"Why Russian?" Dad stood up, still massaging his temple.

"Because I can speak Russian, that and I figured they were the best nationality to give a working liver to!" Dean thought about it before nodding his head in understanding.

"Give me the baby." Dad said, moving closer to me with his hands outstretched.

"No." I gave him a warning look, shielding her with my arm. "you had no problem giving me alcohol to keep me quiet when I was a kid." I was still angry about him passing out drunk on my couch for the last several days.

"I'm not going to drug my granddaughter." I wasn't sure if I was just tired or if it had something to do with him claiming her as his granddaughter, but it made the hairs on the back of my neck lay down. I still didn't want to hand her over though. She felt good in my arms even though the noise she was making reminded me that Spencer and I should have trusted condoms more then we did those stupid pills.

"I've got her." Dean groaned, tossing his hands up. It took a while, but she eventually quieted. I moved back into the kitchen to get away from my family for a few moments. It was difficult adjusting to being around them all the time after being away for five years. At least I tired to move into the kitchen, but when I made it to the door way I heard the front door unlock.

"Its about damn time." I heard Dean mutter under his breath and my heart dropped out of my chest. Spencer opened the door tentatively, looking around before walking fully through the door. He looked exhausted and I already felt bad for what was about to happen.

"Spence." I backtracked to him quickly before Dean could get to him. The first thing he did was trade his bag for Aella. "Careful, I just got her to stop screaming."

"Yeah, I could hear her from down the hall." He leaned over for a kiss that I gladly accepted, well, I did until Dean cleared his throat. I tossed his bag onto the couch. Dean looked Spencer up and down and from his face I could tell that he didn't like what he saw. He did stick his hand out though. Spencer looked at it and then looked at me. I gave him a look that I was prying he could read, it roughly translated to if you don't shake his fucking hand I'll knock you out. He read it thankfully and readjusted Aella. He shook his hand and it made me feel a little bit better.

"So you're the guy that knocked up my sister…."

So...how do we think this is going to go down?